🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: My Dad's Gone Crazy - Eminem

 *Tuning Tv*
  Snortin' Coke
 
 Tv Presenter:
  boys and girls
 Today we're  talk about father and daughter relationships
 Do  have a daddy?
  bet you do
 *Door opens*
 Who's your 
 
 Hailie:
 Daddy, what're you 
 
 Beat starts
 
 Eminem:
 Ha Ha!
 
 Eminem  Hailie:
 Ok then! Everybody, listen 
 
 Eminem:
 I'm goin' to hell, who's  with me?
 
 Hailie:
  Somebody, PLEASE help him!
 *giggle*
  think my dad gone crazy!
 
 Verse 1:
 There's no  I can't climb
 There's no tower too 
 No plane that I can't learn how to 
 What do I gotta do to get through to you,  show you
 There ain't nothin' I can't take this  to
 *Hailie Makes  Sound*
 Fuckin'  brawn, and brass balls
 I cut 'em off, I got 'em pickled and bronzed  a glass jar
 Inside of a hall, with my framed 
 Sunglasses  Elton John's name, on my drag wall
 I'm  the closet, I been lyin' my ass off
  this time, me and Dre been fuckin' with hats off
 
 Dre:
 Suck  Marshall!
 
 Eminem:
 Tell Laura and her  to back off
  I push this muthafuckin' button and blast off
 And launch one  these Russians, and that's all
  Makes Explosion Sound*
 Blow every fuckin' thing, except Afghanistan  the map, off
 When will it stop, when  I knock the crap off
 *Knocking*
 Hailie,  'em baby
 
 Hailie:
  dad's lost it
 
 Chorus
 Eminem:
 There's really nothin' else to say I, I  explain it
 
 Hailie:
  think my dad gone crazy!
 
 Eminem:
 A little help from Hailie Jade, won't you tell 'em 
 Hailie:
  think my dad gone crazy!
 
 Eminem:
 There's  you could do or say, that could ever change me
 
 Hailie:
 I think my dad gone 
 
 Eminem:
 There's no one on earth that can save me,  even Hailie
 
 Hailie:
 I think my dad  crazy!
 
 Verse 2:
 It's like my mother always told 
 *Eminem Impersinates  Mom*
  Ronhe Ronhe Ronhe Ronhe Ronhe Ronhe Ronhe Ronhe Ronhe, n codeine n goddammit, you little motherfucker
 If  ain't got nothin' nice to say then don't say nothin'
 uh..
 Fuck that shit, bitch, eat  motherfuckin' dick
 Chew on  prick, and lick a million muthafuckin' cocks per second
 I'd rather put out a muthafuckin' gospel 
 I'd rather  a pussy-whipped bitch, eat pussy
 And have pussy-lips glued to my face with a clit-ring  my nose
 Then quit bringin' my flows, quit givin'  my ammo
 Can't you see why I'm so mean? If y'all leave me  this wouldn't be my M.O.
 I wouldn't have to  eenie meenie minie mo
 Catch a homo  his toe, man, I don't know no more
 Am I  only fuckin' one who's normal any more?
 
 Hailie:
 Dad!
 
 Chorus
 
 Verse 3:
 My songs can make  cry, take you by surprise
 Aat  same time, can make you dry your eyes with the same rhyme
 See what you're seein' is  genius at work
 Which to me isn't work, so it's easy to misinterpret  at first,
 'Cuz when I speak, it's  in cheek
  yank my fuckin' teeth before I'd ever bite my tongue
 I'd slice my gums, get struck by  lightnin' twice at once
 And die and come back as  Ice's son
 And walk around the  of my life spit on
  kicked and hit with shit, every time I sung
 Like R. Kelly as soon as "bump  grind" comes on
 More pain inside o' my brain, than in the eyes of a  girl inside of a
 plane
 Aimed at the World Trade,  on Ronnie's grave,
 Screamin' at the sky, the clouds gather  Clyde Mathers and Bonnie Jade
 And that's pretty much the jist of 
  are pissed, but the kids love it
 Nine millimeter heater stashed in two-seaters with meat 
 I don't blame you, I wouldn't let Hailie listen to  neither
 
 Chorus
 
 Outro
 Eminem:
 Crazy
 
 Hailie:
 *laughs*
 You're  daddy!